Wind Chill

Driving on the interstate I see the windchill
My dashboard reads -7
My fingertips are as frigid as the icicles visible on my gutters
My thighs are as numb as a broken heart
The heater is blowing on my face reminding me that spring is near
I can smell the fragrance of a lilac bush
Imagining a day on the beach while I sit in the sand
Hearing the waves
Feeling a calm within my soul

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